”yet the fervent flame that fuels her will flatten her to bodilessness” — bodiless by Christina Weiler
her blades like
shiny silver roots
dug into
cold white soil
shaped thighs and calves
ankles forged from steel
firm and strong
s t r o n g
know their frictionless home
better than the restrictive
ground for mortals
she learned to
skate
before she could
crawl
the chill that
penetrates
her
does not freeze–
it
charges her body
fizzles in her blood
fills her lungs with
red hot molten
fury
each powerful
gut-wrenching
scratch
scrape
sharp edge
carves
echoing prayers into
the heart of her
unforgiving god
ordered
by a world that doesn't
understand where she came from
(whether heaven or hell no one really knows or cares)
to shatter
the ice dreams that saved (or cursed) her
to obey
the ground
to pretend that she will find that thrill—
find herself— in
something else
but through the aches she knows
she will never
forget
https://youtu.be/tIGoWGjetog
inspired by I, Tonya - such a good movie!
